An Overlord

Here's a prominent person I must write a verse on His ways are so strictly impartial, His power is great, His word carries weight In matters domestic and martial. He never takes sides, But rough-shod he rides Over General French and the Kaiser; Party spirit he shuns, He hinders the Huns And makes Tommy sadder and wiser. When in genial mood He's so kindly and good You'd never believe he could vary. But when out for a grumble He's rough to your humble And equally rude to Queen Mary. Entente and Alliance Endure his defiance In mute resignation together. His name is suppressed, But you'll doubtless have guessed That by trade he's the Clerk of the Weather.